His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Unexpectedly, the first person to recognize her was Ya Zi.

This made Feng Xingyu inexplicably unhappy.

Mo Sangyu, on the other hand, was quite satisfied. The way he looked at Ya Zi was as warm as when he saved him back then.

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Mian forgot about crying and quickly walked towards Mo Sangyu. Yan Qing immediately reached out to support her, saying, "Slow down, slow down."

"Miss?"

When Feng Mian walked up to Mo Sangyu, he carefully examined her, but no matter how he looked at her, she didn't resemble his young lady at all.

"Are you really a prostitute?"

"Little crybaby."

Mo Sangyu glanced at her belly and softened her voice: "You can't cry when you're pregnant, it's bad for the baby."

Ya Zi stepped forward as well. Although she had guessed the truth, she was only now truly certain of it, and she couldn't help but feel a little excited, her eyes slightly reddening: "Miss..."

"Alright."

Feng Xingyu, who had not spoken a word to explain, calmly pulled Mo Sangyu into his arms, adopting the posture of a principal wife asserting her dominance: "Anyway, I've already told you the truth. Whether you believe it or not, it's up to you to decide."

"..."

The resentment on everyone's faces was still there, but they had gradually frozen in place.

Yan Qing's eyes widened in disbelief.

He followed Feng Mian closely and, after observing him up close, came to a conclusion.

They're not exactly the same, but they're completely unrelated.

But it must be said that, apart from the difference in appearance, her powerful yet slightly dangerous aura, as well as her expression, voice, and tone, are exactly the same as the Empress's.

We know the Empress is an wicked woman, but aren't her methods a bit too extraordinary?

A brief silence fell over the imperial study.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Mo Sangyu slowly turned fiery and excited.

Upon careful consideration...

It is no exaggeration to say that His Majesty would die without His Majesty and His Consort.

Although it was truly bizarre, the Empress was no ordinary woman. No matter how strange or supernatural the matter, anything was possible for her.

"Your Majesty."

Gu Jinzhi looked a little embarrassed, clasped his hands in a bow to Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu, and said with a tone full of guilt: "Your Majesty, I have offended you before. I hope you will forgive me."

He was so busy that he actually doubted His Majesty's feelings for the Empress.

He even speculated that the woman before him was a treacherous spy with ulterior motives, who had somehow deceived His Majesty.

Now that I know the truth, I feel my face burning and my heart filled with self-reproach.

Mo Sangyu smiled, "Lord Gu is only trying to stand up for me; what crime has he committed?"

After saying that, he changed the subject again: "However, you have indeed wronged His Majesty and should apologize to him."

Feng Xingyu nodded coldly from the side.

Ayu was still the best to him.

Before Gu Jinzhi could speak, Yan Qing interjected, "It's one thing to wrong His Majesty, but it's really going too far to not recognize the Empress!"

As soon as he said this, he received a barrage of glares.

"You talk as if you recognized me," Yuan Zhao muttered under his breath.

"that is."

"Hindsight is 20/20".

Everyone looked down on them.

"Alright, alright."

After silently wiping away her tears, Granny Yu spoke softly, "Gentlemen and generals, please don't gather around here. Her Majesty has just returned; let her rest properly."

Gu Jinzhi also urged everyone to leave, saying, "Disperse, disperse, go do what you were doing."

The people in the Imperial Study gradually dispersed, except for Feng Mian and Luo Ming, who did not leave immediately.

Feng Mian had been Mo Sangyu's personal maid, so she was naturally reluctant to leave immediately.

She asked Yan Qing to pick her up again that evening, and Yan Qing didn't dare to disobey.

After he married Feng Mian, especially during Feng Mian's pregnancy, the entire city of Wudu now knows that the valiant and mighty General Yan is actually henpecked.

Everyone assumed that his wife must be a fierce and shrewish woman, but it turned out to be a gentle and weak young wife.

This made those who laughed at him secretly envious of him.

Yan Qing not only didn't feel ashamed, but was also quite proud of himself.

Although Ya Zi felt a little reluctant, she eventually left silently.

"Your Majesty."

Luo Ming stayed behind to check Mo Sangyu's pulse and examine her health.

"You look a little pale. Are you feeling unwell?"

A doctor is a doctor; their focus is different from others.

"Yes, perfect, you can check her out."

Mo Sangyu was about to say that it was nothing, but Feng Xingyu spoke first: "See if we can prescribe some tonics for her."

This man is a little too nervous.

She really doesn't need it.

However, to put his mind at ease, Mo Sangyu chose to cooperate and let Luo Ming take her pulse.

"Luo Ming, aren't you curious about how a silver-haired woman like me differs from an elderly man in terms of physique?"

"..."

Luo Ming felt ashamed.

She really is an empress.

He gently placed his fingers on her wrist.

"Your Majesty, I can never hide my little thoughts from you. I am indeed very curious. Thank you for your cooperation."

After speaking, his expression gradually became serious as the pulse was examined.

He switched hands, calmly examined the patient for a while, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Feng Xingyu was already on edge, and seeing his expression, his aura instantly turned cold: "How are you?"

Luo Ming withdrew his hand, cupped his hands to the two of them, and said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... I have diagnosed that Your Majesty's health is not as good as it appears."

Mo Sangyu looked up: "What's wrong?"

"Her Majesty's pulse is strong and her blood and energy are sufficient, so she seems to be fine, but... her vital essence is extremely weak."

Luo Ming honestly said, "It's like... the inside has suffered extremely severe damage, the internal organs and the foundation have been damaged, and it's not like an ordinary injury or illness."

Upon hearing this, Feng Mian also became nervous: "Is it poisoning?"

"It doesn't look like poisoning."

Luo Ming shook his head: "It wasn't from sword wounds, overwork, or a cold. It's like my body was completely drained by something, damaging my foundation, and then I had to forcefully recover."

"So it looks okay on the surface, but it's actually very weak inside, and its foundation isn't solid."

"In all my years of practicing medicine, I have never seen a pulse like this before. It feels quite strange, and I'm afraid it can't be cured overnight."

Feng Xingyu's heart clenched instantly.

He frowned and gripped Mo Sangyu's hand tightly.

Why can't these injuries be transferred to him through a soul contract?

"Your Majesty, I do not know what you have been through, nor can I tell exactly how you were injured."

Luo Ming continued, "I only know that the source is damaged and difficult to recover. In the future, you need to rest quietly, not to overwork, not to get angry, and not to deplete your own resources. I can only prescribe some gentle and nourishing formulas to help you recover slowly."

There was a moment of silence in the Imperial Study.

Mo Sangyu looked at the three people in front of her, each with a more somber expression than the last.

Feng Xingyu held her hand tightly, his eyes filled with deep worry.

Having already lost it once, the slightest disturbance now sends alarm bells ringing for him.

Feng Mian bit her lip, her eyes red like a rabbit's.

Luo Ming also frowned.

Only she knew that things were not as bad as they thought.

Since her soul entered this body, she has been quietly nourishing her damaged origin with her soul power. She also soaked in the spiritual spring for two days in the past two days, and the deficiencies in her body have been significantly replenished, and her foundation is slowly becoming more stable.

Therefore, there is no need for medication at all; it just takes some time.

Moreover, she roughly knew how the damage to her body came about.

It was probably caused by some kind of evil magic she suffered as a child, which backfired. However, she hadn't figured out the specifics yet, but the root cause was so mysterious that it would be difficult for ordinary medical techniques to find out.

Luo Ming's ability to diagnose her weakness was somewhat unexpected.

"Dr. Luo, your medical skills have improved a lot," Mo Sangyu said, her tone full of admiration.

Luo Ming was caught off guard by the praise and subconsciously touched his nose.

"I have to thank Your Majesty for providing me with so many rare and exotic medicinal herbs, as well as ancient medical books. After studying them, I suddenly felt enlightened."

"Okay, I'll get you something else later."

"Really? But speaking of which, Your Majesty, you..."

"Is now the time to talk about this?"

Feng Xingyu's breathing deepened, and his gaze swept towards Luo Ming, a calm killing intent emanating from him: "Aren't you going to brew the medicine yet?"

After saying that, he looked at Mo Sangyu and said, "And you, you're not allowed to take this lightly."

Feng Mian nodded, her eyes red-rimmed: "That's right, that's right."

Luo Ming: "...Your subject will go immediately!"

After Luo Ming left, Mo Sangyu had Feng Mian taken to Zhaohua Palace to rest, and they agreed to have dinner together that evening.

Finally, only the two of them remained in the Imperial Study.

Feng Xingyu turned to look at the mountain of memorials piled on the table and resignedly sat down.

He originally wanted to finish dealing with it as soon as possible so he could spend more time with her.

But in the end... I flipped through it for ages and couldn't understand a single word.

My mind is entirely focused on the people around me.

Seeing his absent-minded appearance, Mo Sangyu didn't urge him.

She moved closer and sat down beside him, then reached out and gently smoothed the wrinkles between his brows with her fingertips.

"Stop frowning."

Her voice was soft, like a feather brushing against my heart.

Feng Xingyu turned to look at her.

Mo Sangyu raised her eyes, looking into his deep eyes with a serious and firm gaze: "Give me some time. Trust me, everything will be alright."

Feng Xingyu stared at her blankly.

The person before him had cascading silver hair and exquisitely beautiful features. Although the face was different, the feeling he got from the person was exactly the same.

His heart instantly calmed down considerably.

"it is good."

He raised his hand and gently pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, his breath warm: "I believe you."

I've always believed it.

Mo Sangyu took a nap in Feng Xingyu's arms, and when he woke up, he had finished dealing with his official duties.

When they returned to Zhaohua Palace in the evening, Yan Qing came to pick up Feng Mian, so they stayed and had dinner together.

When Mo Sangwan first saw Mo Sangyu, she hid behind Granny Yu, looking at her timidly with a curious yet hesitant expression.

She asked softly, "Granny, who is that lady? She's so pretty, but why is her hair white? Is she sick? She looks so pitiful..."

Granny Yu quickly covered her mouth, unsure how to explain to her.

During the meal, Mo Sangyu served her food, which she ate obediently.

Mo Sangyu planned to get to know her better before telling her the truth.

They returned to their sleeping quarters.

Most of the candles had gone out, leaving only one in the corner, its dim yellow light enveloping the bed curtains in quietude.

Feng Xingyu closed the door, turned around and saw Mo Sangyu standing by the window, her silver hair cascading down her back, moonlight filtering in through the window and bathing her in its glow.

He walked over, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and smelled her familiar scent, which brought him peace of mind.

Neither of them spoke; they just stood there quietly, looking at the moon outside the window.

In the courtyard of Zhaohua Palace, the old plum tree had already withered, its leaves still green, swaying gently in the night breeze.

"Feng Xingyu," Mo Sangyu suddenly called out to him.

"Um?"

"Rong Feiyan said that only she knew about your mother's whereabouts. Why didn't you ask her about it before killing her?"

Feng Xingyu looked down at her.

Thinking back to that day, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly covered by gentleness.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, his deep voice carrying a hint of coldness. He said, "Ayu, if I had known earlier that you would be reborn in her body, would I have waited these three months? I would have killed her the very first day you left."

Mo Sangyu raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly.

"I randomly borrowed a body, not possessed it. If you really killed her intentionally for my sake, then the nature of the crime changes."

Feng Xingyu thought for a moment and did not refute.

Fortunately, he was unaware of it beforehand.

However, he was also curious: "Ayu, why did you choose to use her body?"

"It wasn't me who chose her."

Mo Sangyu shook her head and patiently explained, "Random body borrowing cannot be chosen by oneself; it also depends on chance and magnetic field, but..."

She smiled mysteriously.

She did not tell Feng Xingyu that after her body disappeared, she could control the coming and going of her soul.

In other words, she had actually been by his side for the past three months.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see her, and she couldn't make him feel her presence.

"But what?"

Feng Xingyu sensed something was amiss, as if he had overlooked something: "Ayu, you... you wouldn't...?"

"but."

Mo Sangyu interrupted him, not letting him continue guessing: "I didn't expect you to kill Rong Feiyan, and I didn't expect that my soul would be so compatible with her body. Logically speaking, her body has suffered severe damage and should not be able to accept a different soul, but now it seems... it can only be said that everything is fate."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu was slightly taken aback, then pulled her tightly into his arms, feeling both relieved and apprehensive.

I'm so glad she was able to come back to me in this way. I'm so afraid that if I had really chosen to give in to Rong Feiyan's threats for the sake of my mother's news, I don't know when Ayu would have been able to come back.

"It's all fate that brought you back to my side in the end," he murmured softly, burying his face in her hair.

"But what about your mother?"

"Yun Jin and Yun Xian'er have been investigating for so many years without any news, yet Rong Feiyan knows about it. Therefore, I suspect it may be related to the Rong Clan. I plan to make a trip there in a while."

Feng Xingyu had already made a plan for this matter.

"Besides, I killed Rong Feiyan in the Yun Clan. This matter can't be kept secret. Even if I don't go to them, they will definitely come looking for me."

"So when do you plan to go?"

"No rush, wait until you feel better."

Upon hearing this, Mo Sangyu's eyes flickered slightly.

She had originally planned to wait until this body was more stable before breaking the seal and releasing her energy, but now it seems she needs to hurry.

Even if I can't help him, at least I can't hold him back.

She has now taken over Rong Feiyan's body, and the Rong clan will never let her go. To Feng Xingyu, she is the ultimate threat.

"What are you thinking about?"